A First [-fifth] Reader, Volume 5Ginn and Company, 1910 |
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Pagina 20
... feet Toil to and fro , Where flaunting sin May see thy heavenly hue , Or weary sorrow look from thee Toward that tenderer blue . MAGGIE TULLIVER GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE ELIOT was the assumed name 20 THE SUCCORY Margaret Deland •
... feet Toil to and fro , Where flaunting sin May see thy heavenly hue , Or weary sorrow look from thee Toward that tenderer blue . MAGGIE TULLIVER GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE ELIOT was the assumed name 20 THE SUCCORY Margaret Deland •
Pagina 85
... thee under the orange tree ! " a fig for thee : the value of a fig , — practically nothing . An expression used to express contempt . - south : go south . hold ; shall rekindle its fiery color from the sun . to the sun his torch shall ...
... thee under the orange tree ! " a fig for thee : the value of a fig , — practically nothing . An expression used to express contempt . - south : go south . hold ; shall rekindle its fiery color from the sun . to the sun his torch shall ...
Pagina 132
... thee alone , Thou animated torrid zone ! Zigzag steerer , desert cheerer , Let me chase thy waving lines ; Keep me nearer , me thy hearer , Singing over shrubs and vines . Hot midsummer's petted crone , Sweet to me thy drowsy tone Tells ...
... thee alone , Thou animated torrid zone ! Zigzag steerer , desert cheerer , Let me chase thy waving lines ; Keep me nearer , me thy hearer , Singing over shrubs and vines . Hot midsummer's petted crone , Sweet to me thy drowsy tone Tells ...
Pagina 201
... time in the world — ah , me ! And I lose my poor soul , Merman , here with thee . " I said : " Go up , dear heart , through the waves ; Say thy prayer , and come back to the kind sea caves . " 25 5 10 15 20 She smiled , she went up 201.
... time in the world — ah , me ! And I lose my poor soul , Merman , here with thee . " I said : " Go up , dear heart , through the waves ; Say thy prayer , and come back to the kind sea caves . " 25 5 10 15 20 She smiled , she went up 201.
Pagina 207
... grain , For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain ! America ! America ! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea ! 5 5 10 17 15 20 O beautiful for pilgrim feet. 207.
... grain , For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain ! America ! America ! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea ! 5 5 10 17 15 20 O beautiful for pilgrim feet. 207.
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Populaire passages
Pagina 370 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Pagina 468 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Pagina 457 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Pagina 477 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Pagina 367 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pagina 281 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Pagina 240 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
Pagina 369 - By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
Pagina 420 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Pagina 469 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...